The morning came far too early this morning – I awoke to
music BLARING in my ear, thinking I was going to wring the neck of whoever’s
phone was going off in the middle of the night. It took longer than you might
expect for me to realize that the music was Cassie’s wake up mix and it was
actually 5am (which, in my book, is still middle-of-the-night territory). I was
so tired last night that when Cassie woke me for our nightly “Leader Powwow”, I
grouchily told her (in my sleep), “I do not know what you all want from me” and
laid back down. Guess I needed the rest.
My grouchiness took a bit longer than usual to wear off, but
as soon as I got on the bike I felt so much more relaxed. I rode all 80.2 miles
today with JD and Josh, two fine gentlemen. The first 20 miles or so were
really beautiful and the last 60 may have been as well, but it was raining too
hard for me to really pay attention to much else besides staying upright.
Still, the ride was a pleasant one: we never got too dirty and our little crew
kept a respectable pace up all day. After a day in the van yesterday and a day
off on Saturday, my body has finally had time to do some repairs and it’s
unimaginable how much stronger I feel on the bike. We made great time despite
my nasty front flat on a descent. Though JD and Josh didn’t hear me yell that I
was pulling over, they came back to find me (see, I told you they were
nice). They even lent me a pump and tube
when I realized mine had apparently disappeared sometime in the last week.
We had time to explore Van Buren a bit before dinner,
beginning with DM’ing free shakes at the hoppin’ local Sonic – we even scored $20
from a customer who overheard our spiel! Downtown was fairly small, but we
spent a lot of time in the two local bookstores, the first of which was
hilariously terrible and the second being just plain lovely. At a local’s
encouragement, we also headed over to the historical Scott House, which is the
town’s oldest, supposedly. Not much going on up there but other local landmarks
were pretty neat, like the old school surrounded by beautiful statues.
Since then I’ve squeezed in a “hose shower”, a delicious
dinner provided by our hosts at Ford Church, and even a bit of reading out of
the new book I bought. Action packed, I know, but I need lots of rest for our
first century tomorrow! Wish us luck.
Rollin’,
Lacy
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A rainy lunch stop.
A school behind bars. How appropriate.
Possibly the most confusing grammar/syntax ever.
Mike: an American Hero.
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